**Deception and Desire**

Mari's eyes locked onto mine, a cold glint dancing in their depths as she commanded, "Pleasure me, slave." Her hand shot out, grasping my wrist with an iron grip, forcing me to kneel before her. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed up at her, her expression unyielding. Without hesitation, I obliged, my head dipping under her skirt as I steeled myself for what was to come. As a demon, even a half-demon, Mari's intimate parts were different from a human's. I had to rely on my knowledge of demon anatomy to avoid causing offense or, worse, triggering a violent reaction. My lips brushed against her skin, and I paused, taking a moment to gather my senses. The scent of her arousal wafted up, a pungent mix of sulfur and something sweetly floral. I tentatively began licking at her intimate places, my tongue exploring the contours of her flesh. Mari's sounds of pleasure were immediate, a low, husky moaning that seemed to vibrate through every cell in my body. I continued to attend to her, careful to gauge her reactions and adjust my ministrations accordingly. The demon lord watched for a moment, a look of satisfaction on his face, before nodding and saying, "Have your fun, daughter. I'll leave you to it." With that, he turned and strode out of the room, leaving Mari and me alone. I breathed a silent sigh of relief, thinking that the danger had passed. But Mari's talons shot out, gripping my shoulder with a painful intensity. Her voice was cold, detached, as she said, "Did I say you could stop, slave?" Her grip tightened, and I winced, realizing that I was far from safe. I hesitated, then resumed my task, careful to provide her with the pleasure she demanded. For now, I was at her mercy, and I had to tread carefully, lest I suffer the consequences of her displeasure.